Tempest

The train departs, the flowers wilt, and the same noise remains in my head - as if rusty rails are scraping against my temples. Here, despair sounds honest, without pretence: adolescent naivety that knows too much about death but still believes that someone can save it.

The words seem to be woven from acid and dreams, where sleep does not come, and reality drags on like an endless queue. A chain on the lungs, a tremor in the voice, a muffled ‘take me home’ - and in this cry not only about pain, but also about the thirst for warmth.

A dark confession about what it's like to be too alive for death and too tired for life.

Authors: Hayden Anhedonia and Angel Diaz

Producer: Hayden Anhedonia

Mixing: Hayden Anhedonia

Atmos mixing: Prash ‘Engine-Earz’ Mistry and Lavar Bullard

Mastering: Matthew Tomasi

Instruments:

Synthesizers, bass guitar, piano - Hayden Anhedonia

Lap steel, baritone guitar, electric piano, vocals - Angel Diaz

Drums, electric guitar - Matthew Tomasi

Visualiser filmed and edited by Hayden Anhedonia